Sunday, October 16, 2011

The Road Less Traveled...

Autumn in Northern Indiana, it's right up there with the best beaches, and most majestic mountain range,  and I should know having lived in some pretty fantastic places.  The seasons ( and family) are what brought me back home again.

    This time of the year we take the time to enjoy what little color and sunshine is left to us with longer rides in the car, or maybe a trip to find the best tastes of the season in the apple orchards, and winery's.  It feels good to put on our flannel shirts and wool jackets and planning a fun weekend of leisure.

I've always been a back roads kinda girl and always take the longer route home just for a glimpse of certain things that just kind of "do it for me".  That feeling of awe,  it keeps us coming back time and time again.  I'm a simple person, it really doesn't take much.  Here are a few of my favorite things.

Along the Saint Joe river on Wayne Street,  ND teams practice in the spring and fall.

I first saw this house when I was 18 and have been madly in love ever since.

Frank Lloyd Wright house


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood 
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair

And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.



I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- 
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

My hope for you is that you do the same.  Have a great Sunday.
xo
Char